35. Creed

CHAPTER 35

CREED

After that kiss, my brain felt scrambled, making it nearly impossible to think of anything else, especially as Avery's mouth was buried in my lap, engulfing my aching dick in a warm, wet heat that made my head spin. It was like my thoughts had been swept away, leaving only the delicious sensations he was creating.

His gaze flickered up to mine, mischief dancing in his eyes as his fingers played with my pebbled nipples, twisting them gently, eliciting soft gasps from my lips.

A slow grin spread across his face. "I'm thinking about all the things I want to do to you." He reached down, fingers finding their way to my balls, massaging them with just the right pressure, enough to send sparks of pain mixed with pleasure racing through me. The heat of his mouth had me thrusting my hips, desperate for more.

I licked my lips, my hunger for him rising like a tide. When he paused, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed him, pulling him up toward me, his mouth releasing my dick with a pop. Our mouths crashed together in a frenzy of raw need. The kiss deepened, our bodies melting into one another, igniting an insatiable fire within.

Breaking the kiss, I fought to control my breathing, desperate to feel his hands all over me. I tugged at my already unzipped pants, letting them fall away.

Avery wasted no time shedding his clothes. His mouth found me again, tasting my skin, suckling on my tongue, trailing kisses along my jaw, and burying his face into the curve of my neck, teasing and biting every inch until I was trembling with anticipation. His long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrists and pinned them on either side of my head.

"God. I crave to do so many things to you, Creed. I want to bury myself deep inside your hole. Fuck you until my cock is the only thing you feel." His voice was a low growl as he rocked his hard length against me, his need palpable. "Feel how hard you make me?"

"Yes," I gasped, overwhelmed with lust as I ground my body against him, craving more contact, more of him. The sensation of Avery's warm skin and his rigid cock pressing against me drove me wild.

I bucked against him, yearning for release, my wrists still caught in Avery's firm grip. The thrill of being dominated, of being held in place, sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. I realized just how addicting this could be.

When he let go of my wrists, I lifted one of my legs, hiking it up and pressing it against my chest, fully surrendering to him.

Avery took his time, circling my hole with his saliva-slicked finger, teasing me before slowly pushing it inside. I gasped, feeling every inch as he slid deeper, his finger stretching me deliciously. He pressed one, then two more fingers in, pulling them almost completely out before sliding back in, curling them just right, sending a surprised moan spilling from my lips.

"God, yes," I breathed, my body arching toward him as he found my prostate, massaging it with a rhythmic, expert touch. My breathing quickened as I bit down on my lip, struggling to hold back the cries building within me.

His fingers moved in and out, each thrust a tantalizing pressure that made my breath hitch. I watched, lost in a haze of pleasure, as his fingers disappeared inside me, my body clenching around him. The sensation was overwhelming, and as my muscles tensed, I felt tears spill down my cheeks.

Avery paused, concern flickering in his eyes. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft.

"More than. It feels incredible. Too good," I replied, holding his gaze as my hand moved instinctively to my aching cock.

Avery's touch sent a shiver through me, his hand firm around my length, stroking with a rhythm that made my breath hitch. The fingers of his other hand slipped deep inside me, filling me with a burning ache that was both intense and addictive. Each thrust of his hand matched the steady, torturous strokes, sending waves of heat coursing through me. My body tightened around him, each sensation driving me closer to losing control. I groaned, my head falling back, ready to surrender completely to the pleasure he was coaxing from me.

But Avery's fingers pulled away, leaving me gasping in frustration.

"That's cruel, Avery," I protested, my voice thick with need. "I want you. I'm ready."

"Guess that's why you've got two hands," he replied, his tone dripping with lust. "Touch yourself for me."

The commanding edge in his voice urged me on.

"I want to see you stroke your cock, Creed. Grab it and show me. I want to see you let go completely," he continued, his gaze dark and hungry.

Slowly, I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing length, a shiver coursing through me. I began to stroke myself, glancing up at Avery, whose eyes sparkled with desire, a fire burning just for me.

Each stroke sent waves of pleasure surging through me, my body arching in response to my need for him to fill my ass with his fingers, his dick, any goddamn thing..

"Beautiful, Creed," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper. "You look so gorgeous when you let go like this, losing yourself in the moment, giving up control to me.."

"Nnghhhh! God, Ave…I need you."

"I don't think I can ever get enough of you," Avery murmured, a playful spark igniting in his eyes as he aligned the head of his cock with my entrance. The anticipation sent a rush of heat coursing through my veins, igniting every nerve ending as he slowly pressed in. I could feel sweat bead on my forehead, and I gripped the sheets like a lifeline, a primal instinct taking over.

"Damn!" Avery froze, his girth stretching me to my limits. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and slight discomfort as I adjusted to his size. I knew he was fighting to hold back, to keep from losing control.

With every inch that filled me, my body tingled with electricity, every thrust igniting nerve endings I never knew existed. A deep breath steadied me as he pulled out, only to sink back in, repeating the delicious motion, our bodies slick with sweat as the rhythm began to build.

"God, yes! Right there!" I gasped, locking eyes with him. My legs trembled, and my breath quickened. The connection between us was palpable, an unbreakable bond that left me dizzy with desire. How had I ever thought I could walk away from this?

Then, just as I was beginning to lose myself in him, Avery pulled out completely, leaving me gasping for more.

"Fuck! Why did you have to stop? It felt so good," I protested, reaching out, desperate to pull him back.

With a teasing grin, Avery seized my hands, forcing me to sit up. "Unless you're fine with wrapping this up in thirty seconds, get on all fours."

I didn't need telling twice. I rolled onto my stomach, my heart racing as I raised my ass in the air, fully exposing myself to him. Avery moved in behind me, a primal growl escaping him as he landed a sharp slap to my ass, kneading the flesh right after to soothe the sting.

His hands roamed over my skin, igniting a fire within me. With no intention of taking it slow, he held my hips and plunged back into me with deep, powerful strokes. "Harder, please," I breathed out, every word laced with desperation.

The pleasure was intoxicating, bordering on overwhelming. Avery planted a foot on the bed, driving in deeper, filling me completely. He pressed his face into the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he thrust with reckless abandon, our bodies moving in a rhythm that felt primal.

The air was thick with our heavy breaths and the symphony of skin against skin, each slap echoing in the room like a sweet melody that pushed me closer to the edge. Electric energy coursed up my spine, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me. I struggled to raise myself on my arms, but Avery's palm slid up my spine, anchoring me in place, holding me as he drove into me relentlessly.

"Just give me a second, babe. I'm so close," I gasped, my body tightening around him, pulsing with need. Sweat dripped down my temple, and my thighs burned as he continued to fuck me with the same hypnotic rhythm, each thrust sending me deeper into bliss.

"Agghhh, Avery… I'm coming…" I cried out as my body tightened, spiraling over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, each spasm coating the sheets with my release, leaving me breathless and dizzy. Moments later, I felt him spill inside me, filling me with warmth, our bodies entwined in that glorious afterglow.

As we collapsed onto the bed, Avery lay beside me, breathing heavily, a contented smile gracing his lips. He turned to me, pressing a soft kiss to my jawline.

"This… this was everything," I breathed out, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure.

Avery's fingers glided over my skin. "You're everything to me, Creed," he whispered, the truth of his words settling in my chest.

I met his gaze, our connection sparking brighter than ever. "Let's never stop being everything to each other," I murmured.

Avery's expression softened, and he cupped my face, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "I don't want to miss a single moment of this—of us," he said, his voice rough with emotion. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling. "Whatever the future brings, I'm in, Creed. All the way. You're stuck with me." He kissed me then, slow and deep, as if sealing his promise in every brush of his lips.

It felt like the beginning of forever.